by Megan Guimbellot
I hope you are sleeping sound
700 miles away and counting//waiting to take off is like waiting forever to breathe
(This landing is all I've ever asked for))
And the arrivals gate at Orlando International,
with it's scuffed-up floors and fingerprinted windows, its dusty fake plants and death-slow escalators,
is suddenly more beautiful than ocean or altitude...
Author's Note: hmm not quite finished but I think Im on to something....
I love you, what don't you get?
Posted on 02/19/2008
Copyright © 2020 Megan Guimbellot
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Anya Kaats on 02/19/08 at 05:28 AM|
wow, i really like this. i think its great how it is. simple and so, so real.
|Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/23/08 at 10:56 PM|
very well written miss megan. i like this a lot. to orlando to see a boy? how intriguing...how romance.